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what floors remember

The silence here is heavy,

walls remember what I cannot forget.

Every corner holds a shadow,

every breath tastes of absence.

I wear the remnants of your warmth,

cloth frayed with traces of touch.

Photographs blur into ghosts,

smiles dissolve into dust.

My chest is a battlefield,

each heartbeat a fractured drum.

I guard the ruins of devotion,

a name etched deep in stone.

Outside, the sky breaks open,

rain falls like unspoken confessions.

I whisper into the storm,

 but only resonance answers back.

Perhaps tomorrow will soften the edges,

perhaps the night will loosen its grip.

But tonight, the room floods,

briny cheeks etching parched tiles.